An office email went out this morning inviting us to help ourselves to the leftover goodies in the refrigerator. There were cookies and cake, but those would be gone before I got to the elevator. My eyes widened at the words “weenie croissants.”

I love weenie croissants.

People love weenie croissants.

People, like me, love weenie croissants, but won’t eat them openly. Too many of us cave to social convention when offered weenie croissants. Adults, we feel, should not be seen eating weenie croissants. Weenie croissants should be consumed secretly, if at all, in public places.

I didn’t dare make my move until after lunch, when I knew the break room would be empty. The only goody left in the refrigerator was a Ziploc full of weenie cro...